Looking at the surface of the lake that I had shaken up, everything that had happened before came to mind. I, who was not sick or in pain, woke up as a baby, still in an unknown world, and a talented and talented woman, who was two months pregnant, was poisoned and jumped off a cliff. ． ． ． ． ． But such a mother who made me feel the unprecedented maternal love died of poisoning a year ago. ． ． It makes me feel like this is a dream, a very bizarre dream. Maybe when I wake up from the dream, I am still the same person.